Thursday, December 8, 2011

Accursed band-aids.

Tread the keys
Ivories to be tickled
Bitten fingers
Holes in your hands

Band-aids, go!
Wrap-arounds
Band-'aid'? No
Helpful? I suppose so

Damn it all!
Where's the feeling?
Fuck the band-aids
Rip, tear them off

So I can feel again
And it hurts as well
But I can hear it all
And it's all so beautiful

Beauty from pain
How fucking poetic
Make it rain, make it rain
Notes like acid raindrops

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